You can label me as N since N also stands for the narrator (just kidding). Before I begin my story, I would like to apologize you readers if you spot ...ny grammatical/spelling mistakes in the story and lastly you can give me your feedback regarding the story on the comments section below or on my email address: Enjoy reading Indian sex stories dot net.About me, I am an 18-year-old guy, studying in a reputed college in Bangalore. Basically, I am 5ft and 6.5 inches tall and 53 kg, little bit on. The waitress handed James a beer, “Complements of Rodrigo, the bartender.”She handed me a Margarita as she spoke softly to me, “I want to warn you, Mrs. Connelly, that Rodrigo finds you quite attractive, and now that he knows Mr. Connelly is your son and not your boyfriend, he is quite interested in you. Please don’t tell him I told you this. But if you are interested, I hear he is a very good lover and well endowed.I handed the waitress a twenty-dollar tip. “Thank you for the drinks and the. “OK. Now hold your glass tight. Your kids are staying at home all the time because they are fucking each other and fucking others in college” Sujata dropped bomb shell slowly.Aarti’s jaw fell open. She was stunned. It took her a minute to recover.“How do you know?’ she asked.“Yesterday night they were fucking here only .That was their project” Sujata said, laughing.Aarti was suddenly angry.“You bitch, you knew it and encouraged them. Why? Would you do it with your kids?” She shouted.Sujata was. Yeah he would have shot Carlo then raped me look at that horse cock in his pants mamma, his was getting all hard when he held me. ““Kill him!” mamma screamed, “Kill this fuck now with bullet in the head, do it now Belinda.” “Just a minute mamma, look at the way he’s lookin’ at us, he fuckin’ creeps into our house, our house you bitch fuck, and you look at my momma that way, like you wanna put that horse cock in her cunt. Is that how you are looking at my mamma.” I pointed the gun right at his.